Twenty is fierce

By Brady Isaacs Pearce

20 is fierce. She wants to exhaust every fume she could possibly muster within herself in fear that her youth will leave her as quickly as these first 19 have passed.

20 is wise. She smiles forgivingly at 19’s sadness and despair, who, throughout the heart ache, showed her exactly what she may need if the two ever meet again.

20 is full. She is not afraid to take up space. She will grow and flourish until every last branch is rich with the brightest fruits that she will share only with those who are worthy.

But 20 is young, she will trip, she will fall and she will cry because it really hurt. She will continue to make terrible mistakes and eat too much cheese even though she knows it hurts her stomach. 20 is learning. She wants to experience it all so quickly and vividly. But she’s only just working out how to keep her heart beating at a pace which is not astronomical.

I think I will like 20. She can stay for abit.